* * * * * Chapter 8: Lickable * * * * *





Wish I knew what was going on in the Slayer’s mind at the moment. Hard to tell if she is too drunk to know what she’s doing. ‘Cause what she’s doing is driving me ‘round the fucking bend. Warm little hand curled around my arm, leaning hard against me, the scent of her weakening me around the knees. And then to top it off, she looks up at me all soft and beautiful and she’s instantly got me by the short hairs. I’m hers, and if she just knew what I would do for her… Lot more than just knock some demon heads. I’d do anything. ‘Course she doesn’t want to know just how mad I am over her. Does she?

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Mmm. Firm. Spike’s arms are nice. Nice for leaning on, nice for holding, nice for holding me... I stifle a giggle. It will not do for Spike to see me giggling. He’ll think I’m not serious if I tell ‘im I want to jump his very old bones. God, I can’t believe I just thought that. I squeeze his arm a little harder, pretending I can’t hold myself up that well. Really, I just want to squeeze his arm, feel those tight muscles go even tighter in response. His coat is in the way, though. Stupid coat.

That coat is really in the way of me feeling his muscley goodness. “Take off your coat.” Whoops. Blurt much, Buffy? Cover, cover... umm. “I’m cold.” Good one! I try to bat my eyelashes at him. “Could I wear it?” I even shiver once for effect.

I don’t think he’s buying it. He heard the tone in my voice when I demanded he strip. Oh, there’s a visual. Spike. Strip. Heh. Spike squints at me. God, I really do hope he can’t read thoughts. Or maybe I do hope he can...or maybe... hmm... “Sure, Slayer. I want you to be...warm.” Oh my god. He can make any word in the English language turn into the naughtiest, down low dirty word. The way warm just vibrated out of his mouth was too good. Or bad. Or good. Whatever. I liked it. And ooh, the coat is comin’ off!

I just have to wonder if he knows how fucking sexy he is. Does he know? He can’t see himself, so he doesn’t even know what he looks like when he steps back and whips that coat off, a soft swish of leather, revealing his bare arms in a t-shirt. Did I mention the t-shirt is tight? Oh yeah. Just like the jeans. And there’s that ass. Oh, how I’ve missed you.

Shit. He caught me ogling him. Maybe ‘cause I had to peek around him to see that tight little ass? So obvious. I feel my cheeks heat up but decide not to even defend myself. Go for diversion instead. I snatch the coat he is holding out and wrap it around me. Naturally, it is too big, but oh good god, it smells like him. And now he has seen me sniff the coat. This is not going well. Or just maybe it is going very well.

“All right, Slayer?” Yum, he’s looking at down at me and I just want get up on my tippy toes and give the tip of his nose a lick. Just a little one. Couldn’t hurt, could it? Oh, he’s talkin’ to me again.

“Yup. Fine, fine.” Good god, he IS fine. I smile and nod as Spike continues to look at me.

“Sure about getting on the bike? You look a little...wobbly.” He cocks his head at me.

I grin at him, his concern giving me a warm, fuzzy right in my belly. Hmm, and a little lower. Yum. “Nope, I’m okay. Let’s head for the bike.” He starts laughing. Why is he laughing? Ooh, there’s that low down warmth again. Sexy damn laugh.

“Yeah. Y’know, Slayer...you’re quite cute when you are tipsy. We’re here.” Huh? Where? “The bike?”

Oh.

Huh. We’re standing right next to it. When did we walk over here? Must have been when I was thinking about jumpin’ him. Verrrry distracting. Hey, he called me cute!

“Right. I knew that. Just testing you. Can’t have you driving me around if you’re all...” I wave my hand at him vaguely. “...y’know, drunk.”

He chuckles. Hoo, he has got to stop doing that or I’m going to need to sit down. On him. Damn, my thoughts are dirty. “Buffy. Luv. Takes quite a bit more for me to be drunk. ‘s a vampire thing, I guess.”

“Oh, well. Good. Test over. Let’s go, then?” I squeeze his arm and let go. An idea occurs to me. “Ooh! Can I drive?”

“You?”

“Yeah, me. I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“Yeah?” I nod vigorously as he smirks at me. “Sorry, luv, no can do.”

I push my bottom lip out about as far as I can without hurting myself. “Why not?”

“Slayer, you’re in no condition.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m in great condition!” I’m the Chosen one, I don’t even have to work out. Much.

“Well, yes. Your condition is...” Oh, eyes. Eyes looking me right up and down. “...perfect, but you misunderstand.” I pout a little harder. “You’re too drunk. ‘s not safe.”

Right. Guess he has a point there. Not sure I should be walking unsupervised, much less driving. I won’t mention that I can’t drive even when I’m sober. Not relevant. Nope.

My face falls as I realize he is right. He frowns. Glances from the bike to me and back again. What’s he thinkin’? He pauses. I think he is trying real hard to pick words ‘cause he’s rarely quiet for this long.

“’course, you could...ride in front. It’s kinda like driving.” Spike seems to be avoiding eye contact with me. Wonder why? He’s got that nervous, but sexy vibe. Of course, he’s always got the sexy vibe. All moods Spike. Hungry...and sexy. Sleepy...and sexy. Angry...and sexy. Sex-EEE.

OH! I get it. “You mean, I could be in the front?”

Spike shakes his head, smiling to himself, and turns to the bike. “Yeah.” Is that what he said the first time? Anyway. Cool! Forgetting that I am all ouch-y from my big demon bout, I scramble onto the bike, clutching the handlebars and dropping down entirely too hard on my recently banged butt. “Ouch!”

A note of real worry in his voice, “What’s wrong, Slayer?” He grabs my waist to steady me as I teeter on the seat. I look at him and again, I’m wanting to lick him. Naughty, bad Buffy.

“M’okay. My butt hurts.” How embarrassing. Especially embarrassing that I said that right out loud.

“Your bum? Ah, from hitting the pavement, eh?” His eyes just get all twinkly when he is fully amused by me. It’s cute. “Probably gonna have a bruise down there, pet.”

Wanna check? Wow, the filter worked. I did not actually say that bit out loud. I’m so proud of myself. No invitation to Spike to inspect my rear end. Excellent willpower.

Distracted from thoughts of my sore butt, I focus on how cool this feels. Straddling the bike, hands on the handlebars. Is that right? I don’t know the lingo. I pretend rev them, making vroom vroom sounds. I hear chuckling and I glance at him He’s standing next to the bike, hands on hips and fighting back more laughter. I grin widely. This rocks.

“You gonna stand there all night or what? Get on!” I scooch forward, glancing behind to see if I left enough room. Glancing back up at Spike, I notice he has stopped laughing and is now looking at me. Hard. I gulp and turn back to face front. I feel my face flush, my heart go right into my throat. Not fair. Not fair that one stupid piercing glance turns me to jelly.

Just when I am about to turn and make sure he is still there, I feel him. Oooh. That’s nice. Very very nice. ‘Cause he is cloooooose. He slides down into the space behind me almost silently. Well, kind of the space behind me. Almost the space I’m in, really. Said he was close. I feel him all the way down my back. If I ever had any doubt as to why girls like guys on bikes, that doubt is as far gone as my self-control.

He doesn’t speak as he settles down behind me. I can feel every inch of him. It should be illegal for a man...a vampire...to have a bod like this. Tight and hard, but not too much so. And lickable. I think I mentioned that. A few times. His arms come around me to grasp the bar thingies. Good god. What was I thinking getting in this position? We could not be any closer. He doesn’t say a word, just stands up a bit and starts the bike with one big kick.

Mmm. Remembering that I like this whole vibrating thing. Power between the legs. Yah. When Spike settles back onto the bike, his mouth comes down near my ear.

So quiet I can barely hear him over the engine. “Hold on tight, Slayer.” Yeah. Tight. Whoa! Holding on!

He revs the engine and we zip down the street, kinda fast. It’s all I can do to keep my hands on the bars. Suddenly, being this close to him seems kinda dangerous. Can feel his muscles all ripply behind me. I have this urge to turn around and rip. Tear that shirt clean off him. Slayer strength would make it a bit too easy to have him naked. Very naughty.

Settle down, Buffy. Or go nuts.

Whatever.

I feel the cool air rush through my hair and it brings me out of my drunken haze...tipsy haze...for a minute. I want him. Real real bad. I also want to ride like this. Like being in front, feeling the wind. It’s too delicious to feel that rush. I want it and him, too. Buffy want.

“Spike.” I speak, and he leans forward, putting his ear down closer. So, it’s really totally his fault that my lips brush his earlobe. ‘Cause he moved his head, see. And ‘cause I had my mouth really really close to his ear. Either way, it’s nice. And y’know, I noticed his lickableness before. So, I took a little lick while I was there. Um, just because...because...well, because. So, yeah, he jumped a bit more, but kept the bike steady. Once I coax my tongue back in my mouth, I finish what I was going to say.

“Take me somewhere. Anywhere.”

It’s a damn good thing I was holding onto him tight ‘cause that bike nearly went down right there. I could have bounced right off it when he veered. We screech to a stop right in the middle of the street. Spike turns me as much as he can without getting off the bike and looks dead at me.

So so lickable.

“Slayer...Buffy. What are you playing at?”

I push out my lip a bit. “Not playing. Wanna ride.” I let my mouth slide into a smirk and look up at him through my lashes.

“Ride?”

You. You...and you know it. Or do you? Either way, yeah. You. But for now, the bike. My smile widens and I see him actually turn slightly paler. Didn’t know he could do that. “Y’know, the bike. Can we ride more?” I wink.

Whee! Spike guns the engine, spinning out down Main Street. I sigh, leaning back against him. This feels amazing. I turn my head towards him a bit as we reach the outskirts of town. “Is it okay if I let go?”

“Yeah.” That voice. So low and rumbly. Gives me thoughts. I let my hands come off the handlebars, but don’t let go. I slide them up the outside of his bare arms. So much better without his coat in the way. Skin so smooth. My head lolls against his shoulder as we leave the town limits. I could live and die like this. So free. So safe. Mmm...

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I am going to fuckin’ wreck this bike. Any second. Slayer...Buffy is driving me nuts. Hot little body pressed against mine. Silky blonde hair blowing against my cheek. Scent tickling my nose, sweet and ripe. And now the hands. Hands running up my arms, turning ‘em to jelly. And god, I’m just losing the ability to think straight with her warmth rushing into me. Focus on not wrecking. Do not wreck the bike. Do not...oh Jesus, she just licked my neck. Do not wreck the bike...

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He is so very, very lickable.

* * * * * Chapter 11: Slow and Easy? * * * * *



So, am I going to...get naked with Spike? I am, aren’t I? Holy moley. This is huge. Huge, I say. Speaking of huge, damn. How does he fit that in those jeans? I grind against him one more time to confirm. Hello, he is very happy to see me! And yeah, I’m pretty darn happy to see him, too.

Between kisses, he is trying to talk. “Mm. Buffy. Oh Buffy. Buffy! Wait.” What? Waiting? There is no waiting. This is an express lane, no waiting.

I bite his bottom lip, dragging it slowly through my teeth before releasing it. “Wait for what?” I slip one hand between us, grazing his straining erection through his pants. He doesn’t feel like he needs to wait. Or wants to, for that matter. His sharp intake of breath tells me he agrees.

“Over...over there. We can...” Hm. I wonder why he can’t talk so good. Maybe my mouth on his neck? Might be distracting.

I stop, for just a second, and look into his eyes. “Yes?”

Breathing hard, he answers. “Let’s just head over there. Okay, luv?” I glance where he is looking, see a big tree overhanging the beach.

I push my bottom lip out a little bit. “Don’t wanna wait.”

He sits up, pushes my hair behind my shoulders gently as I straddle him. “Buffy, luv, I don’t want our first time to be down here in the bushes.”

Oh my god. Fucking drop dead sexy AND romantic. I could eat him up. And I will. Over there.

I stand up and I see this weird flicker of what I think is fear in his eyes. Damn, did I do that to him? I stick my hand out to him and give him a little smile, happy to see that flicker turn back into flame. His hand slips into mine and he is on his feet, pressed hard against me in a flash. In the next moment, we are moving, my feet nearly off the ground. Damn, if he moved this quick when we were fighting, he might have done me in years ago.

Under the shade of the tree, the moonlight dapples through the leaves and I realize why he wanted to be here. It’s beautiful. Ooh. Hands. Oh, and lips. Spike comes up behind me, his fingers running up my spine, his lips dancing across my neck. He’s gone so quiet, so gentle. I hardly knew there was a part of him like this. I hardly knew because I didn’t want to. Before. Now, a whole ‘nother story.



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She cannot possibly know what she is doing to me. Top to toe, all I want to do is grab her and not let go. Not ever. Yeah, don’t say that out loud, mate. That would send her running pretty fast. Can’t believe I was able to hold back over there, but there is no bloody way we are going to make this into something secret and sordid. I soddin’ love her. Love her and can’t stand to see her sad and hurting. If I can help, I’m going to do it. This spot here is better. Beautiful, even. Maybe it’s not as good as some soft bed but it’s ours. Our time. Out here in the dark, the night. Where we both live, thrive. No interruptions, no bloody Scoobies, no worries. Just Buffy. Me and Buffy. I can feel her eyes on me. God, I want her.

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He moves away. Hey! Oh. I turn to see he is spreading out his duster on the ground, smoothing it down on the sand. He stands up and faces me and I bite my lip. God. This man. Spike. He is steady and careful...and loving. There is much to him no one else knows. Maybe that’s why I keep him to myself? Why I seek him? Something of my own. I’ve come to realize, a bit late, that all the things he does for me are coming from this deep love. It’s all right there if you look. In his eyes, in the way he cares for me, protects me, listens to me. The way he waited for me, though he didn’t know I was coming back to life. I’ve fallen silent and still, too, and it is like I am really alive again. My senses sharpen to a razor edge. The salt air burns my nose. The breeze moving the branches tickles my skin. The murmur of the ocean fills my ears. The harsh edges of my new life don’t cut me around him. It feels like living again to want someone and have them want me. So damn much. Before I can hit the Buffy edit button, I blurt it out, voice soft. “Spike, you make me feel alive again.” I shake my head. “Sorry, that came out kind of sappy, but I feel - ” My voice fails me. Since when did my emotions come gushing out like this? Is it the eyes? The way they search mine? The way his hands twitch to touch me?

He quiets me, as he has been doing so much lately. Quiets the competing voices and harsh realities in my head. “It’s okay, pet. You do the same for me.” He smiles as I take in what he is saying. Whoa. I make him feel alive? That is...wow.

He steps closer, into my space. A hand comes up slowly and grazes my cheek. His voice is just a low rumble, deep and thick. “I’ll just ask once more, luv. Are you sure?” With those eyes, I’m going to say no? And I want it. Oh god, I want it. It may have taken a bottle or more of whiskey to loosen me to the point I could admit it, but it’s been there. Buried under worry and questions and...that’s out the window. I’ve got a man who loves me, standing right here.

“Very sure. Sure as...I’m sure.” I smile. I can’t even pun, I feel so overwhelmed. My throat tight. Right as I finish speaking, he moves in fast, mouth to mine, hands on my cheeks. OH. Another knee-wobbling one.

Time swings from slow motion to fast forward in the blink of an eye. Spike’s hands are inside my shirt, pushing, pushing. I reluctantly break our kiss so it can go over my head. I grab at his t-shirt, desperate to see him. To trace the muscles I’ve been groping all night. He whips the shirt off and throws it down and I take a sharp breath. His skin glows blue silver in the moonlight, smooth and hard and oh my. I drag my fingers down the hills and valleys of his chest, letting the nails catch every few inches. He tenses his body and I watch with satisfaction as his muscles twitch and shift. A man should not be so beautiful. His hand slides under one bra strap, pushing it down my arm, his mouth following, licking a trail from my neck to my shoulder and down. My nipples go tight and my fingers tense against him, nails digging in briefly. My whole body feels like it is covered with an electric field, humming. Little zaps whenever he breaks through it.

A hand on my back lightly and my bra is coming off. Damn, he is good with his hands. Very good. I shiver as my bare torso meets the night air and feel goosebumps cover my exposed skin. Spike rubs his hands up and down my arms.

“Cold, pet?” He catches his bottom lip in his teeth and I want to drop him to the ground with a kicky Slayer move. I don’t think that would be very romantic, though. I can’t take much more waiting and looking. I need to touch him. Lots.

“No, I’m good.” I inch a little closer, trying to eliminate those last pesky inches between us. I know his skin is going to feel as good as it looks against mine.

“Better than good. Perfect.”

Okay, officially turning into big girly puddle at this point. One hand moves up to trail down my cheek, neck, my chest. So light, so soft. I shiver again, but it has nothing to do with being cold. More like hot. Getting very warm out here, I’d say. “Not so bad yourself.” That’s it. I can’t take slow and gentle anymore. He wants to take it slow, but I just flat out want it. Want him. And oh, right about now. “Spike?”

“Yes, luv?” I answer with a biting kiss and finally, god, finally get my body up against his. The hard planes of his chest, cool to the touch, crush my breasts. And it’s good.

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Jesus fucking Christ. I’m done. So much for slow and easy. Slayer is a vixen. Who knew it? Well, I hoped for it, but I didn’t know it. Her body is so bleedin’ soft and taut all at once. Sun-kissed, can tell that even in the moonlight. She nearly damn glows out here, radiant skin and eyes and hair. And the way she is looking at me. Swear I felt my heart move. Know I felt something else move. Maybe we could do slow and easy the next time? ‘Cause there better damn well be a next time. I’m not planning on letting her go, that’s for soddin’ certain.

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Yeah, it’s time for the sweeping kick. Gotta get him to the ground soon. I break from his lips with a breath and lock into his eyes, dark and deep in the night air. “Maybe we could try for easy listening, soft and gentle on our second time?” I grin my most evil grin as my hands go for his jeans, unfastening them quickly. My hand slides in, and finds his cock hard and oh, what a surprise, no underwear. He jumps on contact and then I see that twinkle in his eyes that always gets my panties in a twist.

Cocks his head to the side and looks down at me. I think he agrees with my idea. “Second time, eh?”

I nod. Then, a blur of skin and platinum hair. Okay, what the...?! I’m the freakin’ Slayer and somehow in the space of seconds, I find myself flat on the ground with a vampire hovering over me. Again, if he just put his mind to it like tonight, he could have had me for a snack two years ago! So wicked fast. I wiggle a little, figuring out the cool sensation - oh, it’s the leather. I’m on his duster. Nice. Spike leans over me, his tongue curled around his front teeth as his hand quickly trails down my chest to my jeans. I let my eyes close for a second, starting when his lips come down on mine. Soft at first, but firm, forceful. There’s my Spike. Now that I know he can kiss like this, I crave it. I press up into him, my tongue coming out to meet his, deeper and deeper. Somewhere down below, I feel him working my jeans off. Again with the nimble. Doesn’t miss a beat. Breaks the kiss long enough to completely whisk them off along with the previously mentioned panties and I know my whole body is bare to him. And I like it. So much for modesty. I squirm a little, wanting him on me, his hands moving over me. Faster, I say! And as usual, he reads my mind. His kisses move off my lips to my neck, my collarbone and then oh oh OH. Takes one nipple between his teeth and teases it with his tongue. My back arches off the ground and a moan rolls out of me. At the same moment, his fingers dip between my legs and I feel them slide into me, one, then two. I’m so damn wet. I bite my lip, the moan growing in volume. I’m going to come right here and he’s not even naked yet. Totally unfair.

Hell’s bells, I am the Slayer, after all. I cock my leg around his waist and twist. Hard. Yah! Before the poor boy knows what hit him, I’m on top. I pull up a bit, though I really want to ride his hand into oblivion. First, the jeans. Spike gasps, recovering from our little spin and I hear the low chuckle that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. A soft voice, just audible above the sound of the waves rolls to me. “That’s my Buffy.”

And ooh, I think I am. I think I am his Buffy. With that thought pinging around in my head, I finally get those jeans completely undone and make quick work of them. Ah. And good goddamn. Quite a specimen. Maybe that Spike nickname came from something other than his love of railroad spikes. I can just about hear his ego inflating as I give him the once and twice-over. Before he can say something sassy, I slide up his body, covering him with me. His hand is on my breast, kneading the flesh and it makes my hips twitch in anticipation.

I lick my lips as I quickly drop down, giving the tip of his cock a little lick. Just a taste. Mm. Every muscle in his tight body contracts and again, the voice surges to me. “Bloody hell, woman. Come here.”

I can do that. His hands on my cheeks as Spike pulls me to him, face to face. Not touching, just looking. I feel his erection brush against my stomach. With a quick adjustment of my hips, I can feel him. Just there. On the verge. I pause, meeting his eyes. The moonlight catches them and I know it’s right. This is it. The moment this whole night has been building towards. His hands move from my face to my hips as I take him in, slowly sinking down. Oh. Yes, big as it looks. I take a deep breath as his cock moves into me, slow and steady. Halfway down, I get, um, impatient and just go all the way home. We both gasp and freeze as our bodies completely join. Eyes locked in, I see Spike recover, the spark in his eyes making my mouth go dry.

I can’t believe I waited this long for something that feels this good. It can’t get better.

That is, until he starts to move.